From An Empty Thing what is there left to give? there are the oceans that wait, always, behind my eyes there is the air itself before I ever take a sip. and neither will ever be enough Read more articles Previous PostThe Prison of FleshNext PostA Face in the Crowd Leave a Reply Cancel replyCommentEnter your name or username to comment Enter your email address to comment Enter your website URL (optional) You Might Also Like Hollow March 24, 2021 Maybe I’ve Been Here Before June 14, 2021 Phoenix Down July 11, 2020